Can't wait for the loathing and disgust. Tell me if you have any guesses on how long till that stage so I can mark it to my calendar because I'm running out of excuses, which really aren't excuses but solid reasons, on why I can't go out and do normal socializing stuff with people.

"Can Insane come out and play"
"Sure, oh no, I can't because today at twelve o'clock I'm scheduled to bury myself in to loath and disgust and that's like... in two minutes so... sorry!"

I'm so glad that my misery makes people happy! Or was it sad? Sad or glad? Is there any difference? Let's say its both so slad it is!

Thanks! :)

P.S.
Tortuous nibs.
Thousands.
You.
Got it.